I see your tragedy, in the morning mist in the morning see,
And i become the god in me, that fashions you to worship me,
And you believe off and on….
Up from the silence, comes your praise, like whispers from the burning bush
Urging me too change, i am changed, yes i am changed,
So i believe off and on....
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